Remember

 The widow shared that the second hardest moment in her life was when soldiers showed up at her door and told her that her husband Eliran had been killed. The hardest moment was her telling her 5 year old son.

She shared stories of Eliran, how he loved to work hard, had a tough childhood, was a devoted employee and father. She brought out photo albums of him as a child and throughout life. She shared this with a group of total strangers, myself included. 

She shared how time doesn't heal, but instead makes her feel worse, with each day her feeling she is leaving him behind a little more. 

I wonder what sharing stories with others does. Is it to have more people impacted by the life of a lost one? Is it for the catharsis of the wounded left behind? Does the amount of people who remember you have any correlation to how 'good' you were of a person? 

It's strange to learn so much about a stranger. It's heartbreaking to see the hole they leave behind. One that often they may not have realized. One that brings strangers to tears.